Jumping, with Vigour

I've decided to dedicate this entry to my dear friend Ciara, one of my top five human beings, and one of the five-or-so people who actually read this journal(I assure you, not the same five as the top five). Although it goes without saying, I will say nonetheless, that were Ciara not a part of my life, I would be foreign to myself. There is no question that we could not be the same people that we are today without having met the people that we have. Our actions and interactions with these people, and our actions not directly associated with any recognised relationships, of course, also have a significant impact on who we become. The question is, how do the things we do impact the lives and paths of others? If, for example, I had stayed in London for university, would others have been more likely to do the same? If I had swallowed my pride and my intolerance for immaturity, would a few certain people have followed a safer path? The what if questions tend to be killers. When our elaborate worlds start to unravel, we begin to doubt ourselves, and when others seem to take some devastating blows, we fear that we have not done enough. We let ourselves forget that there were reasons. Good reasons. It's easy to think you have failed if you do not recognise the small successes, the wise, and sometimes selfish, decisions that have led you to your present stance. Recognition is not an easy state to achieve, but it is what helps us to maintain the slightness whereby we do not sink deeply and passively. If we do not acknowledge the good, we cannot feel it as it seeps into our skin.